lo all this is for Aizilas contest. topic79724.html
I got Urban and it has to have blue in it. I hope you think this is creative. Any critisim is wanted.
~Sons of Mars~
“Oh my god. “
She turned around to look at the man standing behind her. “Is that blue paint on his chest?”
“I laugh young Myria. No, he had blue blood.”
“You mean like what they say royals have?”
She stepped closer, staring down at the dead man that was lying on a small sofa.
That dead man was me.
I came back to tell you my entire story, to bring vengeance to the ones who killed me.
I was a royal kid. Nobody except me and my parents knew, for I was supposed to be hidden from view for my entire life. Because there were people after me. The ones they call the Excpindicts. And being a royal was dangerous. So my real parents, the King and Queen of Shamain, sent me to live with regular people. Mike and June Colman. They lived in the middle of New York City, in a big flat. But in a place like New york, New york it’s hard to keep any secrets.
When I was eighteen I moved out. I was bored of New York. I wanted to see the world. I moved into a house on the beach and spent my days surfing and flirting. I was what they call a player. Till I met her.
Her name is Myria Glint, and we fell in love. After two weeks of flirting and being coy, I finally asked her out on a date. A whirlwind relationship is exactly what we had. Four days of late nights, and we were ready to get married. As a surprise, I booked a plane to Vegas. When we arrived, I asked her to marry me and she said yes. That night we eloped. Or almost did…..
I waited for three hours. She never came and never came and never came. I would have waited longer, but the place where we planned to elope closed at midnight. I wondered through the streets till I got back to our hotel room. Her clothes were gone, her perfume, shampoo and hairdryer disappeared from the bathroom. No note, no nothing. That night, I went down to the casino on the fourth floor. There was a knife thrower, and for two dollars you could have five knives thrown at you. If he missed you, you got 5,000 dollars. I stood in front of the target, and the greasy man picked up a knife. As I looked over the crowd that had gathered, I saw Myria’s face. She was watching me. I moved to call out to her. Then I felt pain. Pain.
I had blue blood because I was actually the son of people from Mars. Go figure. Myria and the knife thrower were members of Excpindicts. And they had orders to kill me.
Beware those who meet girls named Myria. You may be another son from Mars.
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